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Very short chapter this time. And yes, once again it's been ages, but I had exams for 2 weeks and they are finally over! I also, have realized something about this story and Jack & Angelica's 'relationship'.

You see, i have been writing their relationship... As a real developing relationship. We all want our ships to makeup and kiss and make heaps of babies and be happy forever... But that's just NOT JACK SPARROW or Angelica! I feel as if I've been writing the relationship the wrong way, the wrong way for what really would happen. Jack and Angelica would never have a REAL relationship where they are together, it would be more of a, passing fancy that they both share, but they need their space and freedom to see the world. Jack and Angelica are alike, so they share many of the same wants, and that being lust for freedom, and sometimes each other ;);).

I've been getting all caught up in the lovely dovey stuff and forgetting the real ground of their relationship: admiration, lust, passion and of course anger ;) anger, love, love, anger. Yeah there can be those moments... And yeah... Maybe Jack does feel quite deeply for her, but he's never one to admit love when it's truly there, even in his own mind, (as for Angelica, it keeps clashing with the feeling of lust I imagine). This is the case with any grl you ship Jack with, that being Elizabeth or Annamarie or any girl you see fit, how I feel anyway. It's oh so complicated to write down and explain... But isn't jacks whole demeanor? He's a complicated little cookie, ;)

aNy way! Sorry for the short chapter, but I couldn't add on the rear then it would be too big and messed together... I have some action in mind for later chapters too ;) hope too enjoy and I'll try to up date ASAP! Loving all the reviews too just so happy you all still read it! ILL GO NOW BYE

-Rum

-Chapter 36-

The day had passed fast with preparations to make way took longer than first,y anticipated. Most of the Jack crew returned in drips and drabs, slowly watching back into the ship, with a few additions Jack let slide. The sun had half vanished under the seas horizon and finally, Port royal was nothing but a mere black line on the horizon behind a bright orange stained sky.

They resided to Elizabeth's cabin to, finally, discuss business. Angelica sat at the cabins main table, as Jack wondered tipsily around the room inspecting anything he saw, with a bottle of rum dangling in his fingers. Angelica knew there was not much useful conversing to be had with Jack at the moment. Over the hours he had ordered the remaining men to load all the rum he could steal without raising alarm. Of course he insisted he tested it to make sure it was fit for the crew, and more importantly himself.

So now he wandered about for the last few hours like a lost child entertaining it's self with the mystery of life.

Angelica watched his facial expressions change with every new wonder he encountered. His balance was shocking, with every step he took testing his questionable consciousness. Jack was defiantly a whole new being when he had rum in hand. His entire demeanor was shaped around the level of liquid left in the bottom of his bottle.

Elizabeth sat down, placing down a large map onto the table. A faint clock ticking abstained the silence, with a few clinks of porcelain on porcelain as Jack snooped around her cabin. She sighed tiredly nodding, signaling to Angelica to being. She took one last glance at Jack, who was peering inside a tiny antique box, bottle almost falling out of his crooked hand, half a mile away from his torso.

She moved her glance back, leaning to cross her legs, resting her arms on the chairs sides.

"Our plan is to jump aboard the Revenge, with you acting as a distracting to get close enough to do so.". Angelica ran her fingers through her thick locks, pulling them back to fall over her bare shoulders. "All you need to do is fire a few cannons and get his attention, enough so we can swing in behind in get on board.".

A throaty gag came from jacks directing as he screwed up his face, while holding a bottle of perfume at his face. He coughed horribly, choking on the lovely flowery smell that began to woft over. She returned her gaze slowly back to Elizabeth feeling as if her child was embarrassing her.

"We will signal you once we are on board, so you can retreat to safety.". Elizabeth frowned slightly moving her eyes to the map."Do you know where he is?". Angelica bit her lip, digging her hand into her pocket producing the compass. Her thin battered fingers ran along the indented lid as she thought deeply, controlling her desires to what was needed now. She shook it slightly with a smile moving closer to place it down. Flicking it open with a nail, revealing a spinning red point recovering slowly from the shake.

It slowed its twirl and confidently stopped and fixated onto one point.

"West.". Elizabeth shrugged as Angelica felt a warm body to her side. "Yes, west, but not just any west, west of us currently.". He spoke with such a wise deep slurry, as if the rum brought him all the knowledge in the world.

Jack wobbled his finger over the map. "West of us.". Jack pointed to the sea just outside of port Royal, then ran his finger along the map, slowly moving it west. "But what west of us is he, he could be any west, that's the issue.". He turned back pointing at them both with the finger originally wrapped around the bottle. "So I guess all we can do is head west.". Angelica concluded Jacks circular speech with the obvious.

"But we have to head to Singapore first.". Elizabeth added. Jack moved back to his wandering, stepping to the other side of the table. "I can't fight with no crew.". Angelica listened, glancing at Jack as he scanned the map further. "Frankie can do the work of ten, but he can't do the work of twenty.". Angelica opened her mouth to answer.

"Then we head to Singapore.". Jack spoke her mind as he held out his arms as if it was always obvious. He raised his eyebrows accidentally spilling some the bottles contents onto the wood floor.

The air was crisp and dry, slicing down his throat and burning into his lungs. His fingers ran along the ships rim, deeply mumbling to himself as he slid along making his way to the wooden plank connecting the ships. The sea was calm, and the night stood still, but he still wobbled his way to his destination. Jack slightly began to lean over the side, shuffling further as the salt filled his senses still grunting mixes of words through his teeth. Normally he was able to get by this intoxicated, but his feet and mind went agreeing.

"Mr sparrow..". The familiar voice spoke behind him, breaking his own silent babbles with an awkward throaty high pitch moan. Jack halted his efforts to retreat back to his own ship, twisting his body around to face a smiling Frankie. Thick rope draped to the floor as he collected it slowly around his arm. "Having troubles finding your footing sir?". Jack pouted, widening his eyes before closing them, shaking his head. He uncomfortably crossed his legs and his arms, leaning against the railing. "Just, enjoying the night." He spoke matter of factly, trying to hide the fact he was struggling to stand. Frankie nodded slowly in response as he tied the looped rope to the mast. "I see.".

Jack squeezed his lips together, moving his hands, groping the ships side. He began to shuffle away as best he could from this situation entirely. "I have been meaning for many years to meet with you in person.". Jack flinched stopping his shuffle as Frankie began to speak again. "It's been many years since you saved me, and my families life.". Jack frowned, watching him fasten the knot.

He hung his mouth open squinting his eyes confused. "I have been meaning to give you my thanks.". He turned around smiling at him. Jack turned his head to the side. "I think you have the wrong man lad". He nodded with a smile, as Frankie laughed, arching back. "I do not blame you for not remembering, it was quite a few years ago.". He made his way over to Jack. "I was merely a year old, and you freed me and my mother, all of us from slavery.". He stopped himself in front of Jack, holding out his hand. "All I can offer you back, is my gratitude".

Jacks eyes softened, looking down at his dark strong hand, he remembered. There he was, holding out his hand, thanking him, the only one to thank him for the first good deed he ever did. Jack eyes moved up into his, as they shone bright against the dark fog that calmed the night. His lips turned at the sides, a genuine feeling of pride at the acknowledgement of what he did. Jack moved his hand to his, shaking it with the strength he felt within. "My job was to deliver cargo, not people.".

Hope you enjoyed ;) There are probably like a hundred typos I never saw so I'm very sorry about that XD I also plan to be more detailed when describing in my story too! :D see you soon! Feel free to DM me if you wish to talk about the story or ask questions ;)